...but instead got roped into all-you-can-eat fish and chips. Well, there you have it.

I got my disc golf discs, though, so I'll practice my drives today or something. It's been years since I've played. I haven't played seriously since I got a bronze in the U15 (!) division of the $STATE Games. I played occasionally in high school when they started a club, but not too much. Let's see if I can get 300' drives straight out of the box. 400' would be improbable given how long it's been since I've seriously thrown (not since high school ultimate).

I'm, uh, going to $OTHER_TOWN for a day and wearing my suit in a couple weeks.

Well, I might be willing to admit that I could possibly being going through a slight bout of what could conceivably be termed depression, though I'm reasonably happy. I have a severe case of oblom and I don't really feel like doing anything. Even the things I typically use to distract me, like chess, can't be buggered with. At lunch or on the train home, I do some chess or something as a distraction, but lately I've just been staring off into space because I can't be buggered to think.

So last night I went to Bar Louie for their $2 burger nights and then went home and watched a couple episodes of Animaniacs. Not bad. They make you buy a drink to get the burger for that price, but $5 for a 1/2# angus beef burger and a beer is pretty doable. A little bit more if you want condiments. I split the burger with someone.

I wore a suit today because I have lunch with $CHIEF_SUCH_AND_SUCH_OFFICER and because I sometimes like to feel pretty. Honestly, it's no more or less comfortable than what I always wear to work, the only difference is that now I have a tie to worry about getting into soup.

Incidentally, I tied it in a Pratt knot. I feel degenerate.

For my own safety and yours. Instead, I played some chess. Not really so much playing as going over annotated games and then lying in bed with Polgar's brick until I fell asleep. Today was a basic day, it was some Chernev collection for patzers and the mates-in-one. Gotta drill the basics sometimes.

for I am forced to finish my diary. It's also been a very busy week.

Plus Lantana, Dune, sitting, making up for failed local government, stimulating the economy, Years of Rice and Salt, playing to my strengths and less.

Poll: Taxes done?

I did poorly on my chess tactics quiz last night. I took another and did worse. So I took a step back and ran through a large amount of easier problems and did decent. I think I should take a day off today. But it's a travel day. Frig, what am I supposed to do in the car if not play chess? Actually, I'm tired of tactical puzzles, perhaps I should have grabbed Ray Cheng's problem book instead.

So I told this girl I was going to be a full-time rickroller and therefore would probably be too busy to ever see her again took it well. She tried to engineer chillin' and drinkin' or something anyway, but I was able to dodge it.

I feel like I'm a character in some Russian novel, one of those young educated roustabouts of decent birth in some irrelevant position as a functionary in the civil service which really has no bearing on who I am and how I think of myself or even my prospects; everything else is just dissipated in drink and cards or chess. Not quite, really, just the feeling of being a stupid functionary in the civil service and its being irrelevant to pretty much everything.